Race Realist
Well-known member
So, I had a Buick. Just an a to b car, and selling under a grand, 20 years ago. We used to call these type cars WORK CARS. You didn't insure it for collission. Or your dad and grandpa had one, a big safe boat.
They'd drive it in winter, let it rust, but keep your actual late model Impala in the garage for the winter.
But anyways, ....
Nigger magnet ___-- big mistake.
The idiot showed up, and then said he needed to go home to get the cash. (At least I had not let him come to the house),
Big mistake.
I go over there and the niggger goes upstairs for like 20 minutes. Plotting how to fff whitey up.
Big mistake.
Finally I come to my senses.
Got the hell out of there.
Never sell anything to a fucking niggger.
If you answer the phone, you know right away. Ebonics. CLICK!!!
If it's online then it's a dead giveaway names like Marcus quantrell etc.
I'm lucky to be alive.
They'd drive it in winter, let it rust, but keep your actual late model Impala in the garage for the winter.
But anyways, ....
Nigger magnet ___-- big mistake.
The idiot showed up, and then said he needed to go home to get the cash. (At least I had not let him come to the house),
Big mistake.
I go over there and the niggger goes upstairs for like 20 minutes. Plotting how to fff whitey up.
Big mistake.
Finally I come to my senses.
Got the hell out of there.
Never sell anything to a fucking niggger.
If you answer the phone, you know right away. Ebonics. CLICK!!!
If it's online then it's a dead giveaway names like Marcus quantrell etc.
I'm lucky to be alive.
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